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July 12, 2018 / barton smock

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I wonder sometimes
born
what was it
we fled

and how it can’t have been
our earliest yearning

to arrive

like when the water
got turned off
I still
got naked
and had
you know
my little
boat…

moms who smoke
that’s how
they dream

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